bank account

<p>(from my collection 'Scotch and Scars')&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>'bank account'</p> <p><br></p> <p><em>all the money in the world</em></p> <p><em>why would he go and hang himself?</em></p> <p><br></p> <p>i pondered the question</p> <p>sipped my scotch</p> <p>while conversation surged through the bar</p> <p>an incoming tide of bewilderment</p> <p>and bullshit.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i had one more for the road.</p> <p><br></p> <p>sometimes i drive the highway</p> <p>when it is empty and dark</p> <p>with my eyes closed tight.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i do this without a buck to spare</p> <p>in my wallet.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p> <p><br></p>